You guys are going to have to stomach another hard lemon in the beginning of this one, sorry. Must be so torturous…

Chapter 15

Beta'd by princess07890

Disclaimer: I don't own twilight, Stephenie Meyer does.

Edward POV

I had to claim her. I had to show her who the fuck she belonged to. Though she did not question it, Charlie's possessiveness and authoritative demeanor over Isabella nearly pushed me to my limit.

"Isabella, just sit there and do exactly what the fuck I say." I told her roughly as I slammed the car door closed. I adore her, and wanted to comfort her, but, right now, she is going to get fucked. Painfully.

"Don't you think we should talk ab—?"

"Just be quiet, and do exactly what I fucking say." I stopped her. Her treasured heartbeat quickened, and she fell silent at my demand.

I exited the driveway painfully slow, for me. Just the knowledge of what I was about to do to Isabella had my dick straining against my jeans. Charlie is lucky I didn't fuck her right in the driveway. The only reason I didn't is because no one is allowed to admire the gorgeous softly curvaceous bare body of my mate but me.

The need to dominate her got stronger the further down the road we went. I couldn't wait until she was like me, so that I could fuck her with all of my might. It is possible to make a vampire sore, and I will make sure she's that way every day.

"Fuck," I muttered, clenching my jaw. I was so fucking hard, and I could smell her arousal. She knew what was going to happen.

I pressed the gas pedal down as far as it would go, shooting down the road at 130 miles per hour. I noticed Isabella grab onto the edge of her seat in my periphery.

"Put your seatbelt on." I ordered stiffly.

"Ok," She murmured, reaching for the seatbelt.

Shit! If I heard that alluring voice one more time, I would jump over and fuck her without stopping the car.

"Be. Quiet." I strained. My voice was uneven. She opened her mouth to say something, probably to apologize, and then snapped it shut.

Good girl.

"Thank fuck," I sighed in great relief when I spotted the street that led to the quiet forgotten path where we were headed. My hard-on was painful, and if I didn't get inside of her soon, it would get so that it would take only one glance at her to cum in my pants. My jaw clenched as a small whimper left her mouth.

FUCK. Come on, only a wee bit further. I encouraged myself as we turned to the dark hidden forest path. I would need to drive a few miles inward.

"Strip." I gathered all that was left of my energy to hoarsely utter that one word. My jaw was clenched tight enough to turn a diamond to powder. I cursed my heightened periphery as she began to strip herself of any clothing. The steering wheel cracked under my steel crushing grip, emitting a small gasp from her.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Alright, 3 miles in is enough. I stopped the car as easily as my body would allow, so I wouldn't harm Isabella.

"Get out, and into the backseat." I commanded, trying my best not to tear the fabric off my trousers as I removed them. I felt the full possessive vampire within me that I tried my hardest to restrain on the drive make himself know. I took a deep breath, attempting to calm myself as Isabella settled herself into the backseat.

As soon as I heard the swish of her wet pussy against the leather material, I was out of the car in less than a second, and standing in front of the open back seat, where Isabella was laying, naked.

"Spread your fucking legs," I ordered roughly. She struggled to separate them in the too small backseat. "Wider!"

The monster broke loose as that gorgeous swollen weeping pussy of mine was revealed.

I was on top of her in a millisecond. A slight gasp fell from her lips at the sudden contact, which was quieted by my mouth on hers. A moment into the kiss, she began to relax her legs.

"NO." I asserted, breaking the kiss. I reached down to smack the back of her thigh, causing her to yelp. "Keep them spread."

She immediately re-positioned them; I didn't think that we'd make it to dinner.

"Now," I started, clenching my teeth. "You are going to lie here, and take whatever I have to give you, do you understand?"

"Yes," She whimpered helplessly. Her pussy leaked more of its sweet nectar at my words, and that is what pushed me to my limit. If she wanted to get fucked, she would get fucked.

I grunted as I placed my cock at her entrance, and forced it into her constricting pussy. She gasped in the pain I knew she felt each and every time I entered her; she was still so tight.

This was nothing compared to what was about to happen.

"Fuck." I cursed as I slowly pulled out, and plunged right back into her. I licked my lips as her breasts were thrust forward when she arched her back.

"You think you can just have another man in your life? Hm?" I grunted, reaching out to grab her gorgeous breasts.

"No! Yo—" Her breath hitched as my thrusts quickened, halting her in mid-sentence. She is like a fucking vice!

"You do, don't you?" I growled, squeezing her sensitive breasts. "You think you can get away with it, hm? Is that what you think?"

"Uh! N-no, yo-you are th-the only m-man in m-my l-life," She forced out, not able to speak clearly as I forced her body upwards with every aggressive thrust.

"And who the fuck owns you?" I demanded, removing one hand from her abused breasts to her thigh, forcing the top of it against her torso. I began to pound her at this new angle, digging deeper, stretching her further.

"Y-you! Ow, ow, ow!" She yelped in pain. I felt her slicken even more around my cock.

"That's right, take it! Does it hurt? Hm?" I hissed, pinching her nipple hard. Yes, it was sadistic, but that is one of the reasons we mated so well. She derives pleasure from receiving pain from me, and it pleasures me to cause it. And only I can.

"Ow! Oh, F-Fff, ow! Ffuck! K-keep…" She stuttered, thrashing her head back and forth.

"Who hurts this pussy?" I growled, pounding her even harder, mesmerized by the way her breasts bounced rapidly.

"Y-you d-do, ah! Uh, E-Edward please let me cum!" She begged, gasping for breath.

"Fuuuuck!" I drew out as I felt her velvet walls quiver around my swollen cock.

"Edward, please! I-I…I h-hav…u—" She halted her whimpers, widening her eyes in silent desperation.

"Shit!" I cursed as I felt her arousal spurt from around my tightly confined cock. I moved my palm to the side of her breast so that my thumb rubbed against her tender reddened nipple.

"Edward! P-please! Plea-ease, I h-have to cum! I have to cum, I h-have t-to cum! Please!"

My stomach tightened at her desperate cries for release. I hissed as I felt her walls quiver around me again.

"Cum!" I growled, smacking her breast.

"AH! Ffff—" She halted to suck in a sharp breath of air.

"FUUUCK!" I roared as her walls constricted around my over-sensitive cock. At that moment, I exploded, releasing my sperm-less seed into her warm depths.

Out of instinct, before I could stop myself, I leaned forward, and wrapped my arms around her writhing form, lifting her neck to my mouth. I swallowed a mouthful of venom before sinking my canines into her deliciously flushed throat.

She gasped, clutching onto my shoulders as I took a single gulp of my crimson heaven, before sealing the bite. I promised myself I would refrain from drinking from her until the day after tomorrow, at least. Though, I could easily change her if she got sick from me drinking too often, I didn't want her to spend her last human days in an ill state. I don't want her spending any of her days in an ill state.

I felt myself go soft inside her relaxed cunt, but I knew for fact that it would only last about half an hour at the very most.

She had just been properly claimed again.

I felt my urge to dominate her calm down a little bit, for the moment.

"Come on, little girl," I loosened my arms from around her now limp form to look at her beautiful face, on which a lazy smile was spread.

I love her more than she can ever comprehend… I thought.

Suddenly, her empty stomach made itself known. Isabella's expression morphed into that of a slightly irritated one, but she was unable to fully rid of the smile.

"Do you feel well enough to go out for dinner? Or shall I feed you in bed?" I questioned her, smiling.

"I, uh…um, wait…huh?" She asked confusedly, her voice a bit slurred.

Ah, dinner in bed in is. I thought. It would probably be a while until she could even remember her own name; she was in a brain crawl. With a sad sigh, I pulled out of her silky warmth, laying her softly on the backseat as I retrieved her clothes from the front.

She pouted as I began to redress her.

"I know, I don't want to get dressed either, but you need to eat, il mio prezioso," I told her softly.

"Hmph," She sounded, her adorable pout becoming more pronounced. I chuckled as I slipped her jeans over her pale legs.

"I-I I s…I g…I m-mean…" Isabella struggled to speak clearly.

"It's alright, love, you won't be speaking clearly for a little bit." I smirked.

Bella POV

I couldn't think clearly. It was as if my mind was swimming through a pool of gelatin.

I pouted when he pulled out of me. I might have been satisfied for the moment, but I didn't want him to leave.

I loved the way he caused me pain. That might have been the hottest thing we'd ever done, and I wanted to do it again. As we started back down the path that Edward had taken us into, I reached up to stroke the bite he gave me, sighing in joy at its soreness. I loved it there, and I would wear it with much pride. In front of other vampires, at least; sadly, I couldn't show it off to humans.

Edward drove very slow compared to how he usually drives. The farther down the road we got, the more clearer I was able to think.

I didn't feel like facing the family right now; I just wanted to spend time with Edward for a little bit. I had some questions that I'd been meaning to ask, but never got the chance to do so.

Alright, let's try this again… I thought. I hadn't been able to speak, because I hadn't been able to even think clearly.

"Edward?" I asked.

"Yes?"

"I…I think I want to go out to eat. I just want to spend time with you right now…and I have some questions."

"As you wish; I would like that as well. Just a moment…" Edward paused to reach over into the glove compartment. He felt around inside and then finally pulled out a pill bottle, which he handed to me.

"Ibuprofen?" I questioned. He chuckled.

"Try crossing your legs."

I did as he said.

"Ow!" I yelped. "Fuck; that really hurts."

He smirked at the windshield. I bit my lip, I love his smirk…

"Are you able to swallow them dry, or shall I stop at a gas station for some water?" He checked.

"I can swallow fine."

His chest rumbled with laughter. Only then did I realize how perverted that sounded, and I had to join in.

"Oh, come on." I playfully smacked his chest, hurting my hand more than anything.

"Ow," I sighed. He reached over to grab my hand, and then put it to his lips.

"Be careful, little girl, my skin is very hard." He told me.

"Ha, don't I know it," I chuckled as I opened the Ibuprofen bottle. My mind went back to the first time I found bruises on my ass, thighs, and hips the morning after our first mating. Like his bites, I wore them with pride, and he was never quite rough enough to cause me any real harm. He wasn't afraid to play on the edge, though, and, for that, I am very thankful.

"Where are we going?" I asked him after I had swallowed the tablets.

"An Italian restaurant in Port Angeles I know," He answered.

"Can I get an energy shot or something? You kind of wore me out, but I really want to go out."

"You may get a Mountain Dew." He decided. I nodded, that would work. He reached over to intertwine his fingers with mine. I smiled up at him.

The rest of the drive was spent in a comfortable silence. I rehearsed the questions in my head. Some of them would be difficult, and I was a little afraid to know the answers, but I needed to know.

"Alright, Isabella, there are some ground rules." He started as we pulled up to a nice looking restaurant. "You will walk directly in front of me or in my grasp at all times. You may not have verbal or physical contact with any male but me, and if we have a male waiter, I will be ordering your chosen meal. And, if and when we discuss anything of the supernatural nature, mind others around you. If they were to hear, I would have to kill them." His face was serious. "I will try to get us a private booth, but keep that in mind. If you violate any of these rules, with only a few exceptions, you will be punished. Are we clear?"

"Crystal." I answered immediately.

Edward glared at every male that looked at me, causing them to cower in their seats. Unfortunately for me, we got an attractive waitress that hardly looked at me unless she was glaring, and kept batting her eyes at Edward whenever she had the opportunity. I was about to snap. She was lucky she walked from the table when she did.

"God, don't people have other things to do?" I frowned as we settled ourselves across from each other.

"If she continues, I will take care of it." He promised, grabbing my hand, squeezing it. I sighed in relief and smiled thankfully at him.

I suddenly heard a voice beside me, causing me to freak out. I gasped and nearly jumped out of my seat.

"Hey pretty lady, do—"

"I swear to fucking Christ, if you do not walk away right now I will choke you right in the middle of this fucking restaurant." Edward's voice was ferocious. It would have scared the shit out of me had I not heard it many times before, and known that it wasn't directed at me.

The guy's eyes widened and he practically sprinted away.

"Are you alright? We can go sit in a corner." He suggested worriedly.

"No, it's fine; I just don't like it when people sneak up on me." I breathed.

"I sneak up on you all the time." He said lightly, cracking a smile.

"Yes, but you are much different. Street fights can make a person a bit paranoid." I half lied, feeling guilty that I couldn't tell the whole truth.

His smile disappeared.

"Street fights?"

"When I was in Arizona, I dealt drugs, Edward, of course I've been in some fucked up shit." I sighed. "And I wasn't in the safest environment." I laughed bitterly.

"Well, you will never be doing anything like that again." Edward snapped, his nostrils flaring. I could tell his mating instincts were surfacing again.

"I know, I know, but that's behind me. I have a mate now, and a protector." I smiled slightly. "I belong to you now."

He took a deep breath to calm himself. When we looked up, we noticed that our waitress had been replaced by a male. I was a bit relieved that there would be no more blonde bimbo, but Edward wasn't. He tensed up all over again, and had to take another calming breath.

"Hello, I'm Derek; I'll be your waiter tonight. What would you guys like to drink?"

"She would like a Mountain Dew, and I will take a Coke," Edward answered, his voice a bit strained. The waiter looked away from me and gave Edward a weird look.

"And would you quit staring at my fiancé?" Edward snapped, glaring at him.

"Um, very sorry, Sir; I'll be right back with your drinks." Derek rushed out, and turned around to go.

"Fiancé?" I was confused.

"He wouldn't have taken it as seriously if I had said girlfriend," He explained, but his tone held something under the surface.

"Um, right, anyways," I shook my head as if to remind myself of the questions. "So, um, I have some questions."

"Ask away."

"U-um, s-so, I haven't really had the guts to ask some of these questions, mostly because I know some of them will be difficult for both of us." I took a deep breath. I was glad that he was able to get us a private booth so I didn't have to be so quiet.

"Why is this relationship so different? I mean, this isn't normal, to have this bond, and for someone to be so naturally…dominant. I mean, not that I don't like it, I'm just curious about why this is so different from normal human relationships? I mean with Charlie and everything that went down…" I babbled.

"Isabella, I am not human. Vampires will not act as humans, because we aren't. We are different mentally, instinctually, and physically. And we do things differently, hence the way we are with our mates. This bond is that of a vampire nature, these feelings, the way I act…of course it isn't human. It wouldn't make much sense if it was."

He…made a really good point. I am human, and I have lived with humans all of my life, so of course this would seem a bit strange to the average person. This is not normal for a human relationship because this isn't really a human relationship.

"That…makes a lot of sense, actually." I couldn't believe I hadn't thought of something so simple before. "I'm so stupid." I sighed.

"Isabella, do you want to be punished?" Edward snapped.

"Shit, sorry, it's just I can't believe I hadn't thought about that before now."

"You are not to insult yourself." He said firmly.

"I know, I'm sorry, I'll try not to do it again."

"Uh, here are your drinks," The waiter cut in nervously. He set the Mountain Dew in front of me and the Coke in front of him, and walked away quickly. Damn, Edward must have terrified him.

"Jesus, he's scared shitless."

"As he should be," Edward said darkly.

"Anyways, uh, so, are there anymore…supernatural creatures? Or is there only vampires?"

"No, there are vampires, shape shifters, and werewolves." He answered, "That we are aware of, for now."

"Really? Cool. Do you know any?" I leaned forward in interest.

"Well, there is a tribe of shape shifters very near us. Though, they are our sworn enemies."

"Can they shift into anything?"

"No, only into wolves; though, when they are in wolf form, they are as big as horses."

"Wait…wouldn't they be werewolves then?"

"No, werewolves are much different. For one, they are children of the moon, meaning they always shift when the moon is out. Shape shifters can transform whenever they please." He explained.

"Is that the only difference?"

"No, there are others, but that is the biggest."

I nodded; we would definitely discuss it later on, but I had more important question to ask.

"Alright…so, is it possible for mates like we are to fall out of love? I know that the bond only gets stronger, but…is it—"

"It is entirely impossible. The bond…you may not be able to feel the full effects, yet, but…it is unbreakable. Humans can easily fall out of love. Vampires are immortal though, and since we don't die, the bond has to be strong enough to last for eternity. Though the love is much different in these two cases…the bond is easily stronger than a bond of a mother and a child. It is unbreakable."

I smiled at the warm feeling that brought.

"Alright, what happens when a vampire finds his or her mate as a human at a young age? I mean with us, there is so much lust. Do they…you know…"

"It depends on how young you mean."

"Seven years old, for instance."

"If a vampire met their human mate at seven years old, they wouldn't engage in any sexual activity until their mate hit puberty at least."

"So like thirteen? That is really young."

"Well, that is when the urge to mate starts, in this situation, because that is usually when their bodies start getting ready for sexual activity, and the vampire can sense that. Usually, though, they try to wait until the human is at least fifteen, but…sometimes it doesn't work out that way. It isn't pretty to think about, but it happens. I'm so glad that I met you at an appropriate age." Edward sighed in relief. I was about to ask another question when we heard footsteps approach.

"U-um, are you guys ready to order?" The scared waiter asked. Oops, I forgot to tell Edward what I wanted.

"Yes, she will have mushroom ravioli, and I will have the mini deep dish pizza with everything on it, thank you." He said in a clipped tone. The waiter nodded and rushed off.

I smiled; mushroom ravioli was my favorite dish.

"Thanks," I thanked him.

"Any time, my precious, any time," His thumb stroked the back of my hand.

"So…" I bit my lip, and tried not to tear up. This is the question I had been dreading, but I needed to know.

Come on, just say the words. I encouraged myself.

"What happens when…a vampire's mate…passes, leaving them here?"

His expression turned pained.

"U-um, the vampire that lost their mate just...hollows. They…turn into a corpse of sorts. They don't hunt, they don't breathe, and they are still. The second that their mate dies…they are paralyzed." He closed his eyes and grimaced. "There is this thing called…la sala delle anime lacerate."

"The Hall of Torn Souls?" I asked timidly. I felt my stomach twist into knots.

"It is within the Volturi's castle. It…" He took a shaky breath. "It is this...ancient hall. It holds all of the torn souls, the vampires or humans that lost their mate. It was the most agonizing experience of my life. They just lay there. Still. Hollow. I-I went with Jasper for his first visit and…he collapsed. He says he felt nothing but pure unadulterated agony. It was physically painful. He told me that he would rather take the transformation pain 100 times over than feel that again."

I swallowed, feeling a lump rise in my throat.

"Think about the saddest you have ever felt, and multiply that by three thousand, and that is the basic feeling of a torn soul."

"W-why do they keep them there? Wouldn't the best thing to do would to just…"

"Put them to death? No. There is a law that every un-mated vampire must visit that wretched place every 50 years, and the reason is that…it has happened before that the vampire's dead mate…reincarnates. In some cases, a recently changed vampire can find their mate there in la sala delle anime lacerate. It brings the torn soul back to life, so to speak."

"How do you know that they didn't just find new mates, the torn souls?"

"No…the vampire…recognizes their mate's soul; it's sort of like a…taste. Every soul has a very different individual…feel. That is how they know that the vampire didn't just 'find a new mate'."

We were silent as I digested this disturbing information, until Edward said,

"Right after my first visit to la sala delle anime lacerate, I promised myself that when I found my mate…I would never let her go. I would hold onto her for forever, no matter what I had to do."

I felt sad, I…I needed Edward. Just as I thought that, Edward stood from his side of the booth and came over to my side, settling himself closely beside me.

"Thanks," I whispered, snuggling closer to him. "Maybe we should have discusses this when we were alone. I just…really need to be as close as I can to you right now."

He leaned over to kiss my forehead, wrapping his arm around my waist.

"Ahem." A throat cleared.

"What?" Edward snapped at the waiter.

"Uh, y-your f-food is ready sir," He stuttered, setting the tray of food down on the table.

"Now, leave." Edward waved him off.

"I'm sorry, sir," He muttered as he practically ran off.

"We can get a box for this if you'd like, and eat in the car, or at home." He suggested to me when the waiter was out of sight.

"N-no, let's just talk about something else." I took a shaky breath. He nodded, leaning over to give me a tender kiss on the lips.

"So, um…" I started as Edward lightly set my mushroom ravioli in front of me, along with a fork and a napkin. "Am I allowed to live with Charlie anymore?"

"If he tries anything, no, but unless he does…you may stay until graduation." He decided as I took my first bite of mushroom ravioli. Graduation was a month away, I could do at least try to leave Charlie on somewhat good terms. But, first, I needed to get something off of my chest with him.

"Are we going back to the house, or…"

"Well, we can either go back to the main Cullen house, or we can stay in a hotel for a night, whichever you prefer."

"Hm…I think I want to stay in a hotel. Wait…how much would it cost? I mean I don't want to—"

"Isabella, I have enough money to buy Brazil, and, even if I didn't, you will never be worried about how much money I spend on you. You are my mate, and whether I spoil you or not, is not your concern." He asserted.

I rolled my eyes.

"And you will not roll your eyes at me again, or you will be punished."

Alright, dominant Edward is back. That knowledge made me smile.

"I won't do it again." I sighed, taking another yummy bite of my ravioli. I groaned as I felt myself leak at his tone. I hoped the hotel room was in somewhat good condition when we left it.

…

I finished my ravioli quickly, and Edward had the deep dish pizza stored in a take-out box for later, if I got hungry. He got us a room at a nice hotel, even though I felt a bit reluctant, though I was the one who said I preferred a hotel.

We spent most of the night talking and mating. I dreaded the time that I went back to Charlie's and he had to leave me to hunt. Hopefully it wouldn't be too bad…

I know what you guys are thinking. Poor waiter! Kidding. I hope you enjoyed the chapter, what did you guys think of what happens when a mate dies? I hope you guys read this chapter closely. I think some of you keep expecting Edward to do the human thing, but he isn't human. Vampires do things differently than humans, so yes these behaviors and urges might seem strange or too much. He isn't bluffing when he say's "You're mine. You don't belong to yourself anymore." I may be paraphrasing, but it is important to understand. Anyways, review to tell me what you think! Keep your pants on, by the way, the big reveal is very close.